Neither Big Old Chen nor Wang Mingjun stayed for a meal. They said they were in a hurry to finish the paperwork and then drive back.
Their hurried arrival and departure left Li Long feeling a little embarrassed. After all, whenever he visited the company, Wang Mingjun and Big Old Chen always welcomed him warmly, yet whenever they came here, they were always rushing in and rushing out.
Still, selling all those vehicles so smoothly made Li Long quite happy.
Now only a new Lada and a half-used Volga remained here. They should be relatively easy to sell.
Start of Spring had only just begun, and the roads were difficult to travel. Not many people had come to the Purchasing Station over the past few days, leaving Gu Boyuan a little less busy. Liang Shuangcheng and Sun Jiaqiang were sorting through the things in the warehouse, mainly the hides.
Although Zhao Hui no longer had particularly strict requirements for the finer processing of the hides, Li Long still had the two men scrape off the fat whenever they had nothing else to do. If they had time, brushing the fur would be best.
Fortunately, the fur on Mongolian gazelle pelts and red deer pelts was short and relatively easy to brush, unlike sheep's wool, which was long, fine, and troublesome to comb.
Li Long was busy too. He was mainly assessing various odds and ends in the warehouse. Anything without much value could simply be cleared out.
The sound of a vehicle came from the front, followed by Gu Boyuan's greetings.
When Li Long and the other two put down their work and hurried over, they found a truck already parked in the front courtyard, loaded with fertilizer, plastic sheeting, and other agricultural supplies.
"Hey, Uncle Gu, that was some